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July 15, 2014

Round and round the garden

Filed under: Amusement,Children — bitchontheblog @ 13:03
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No idea why this just popped into my head:

Playing hide and seek with my siblings. It’s one of the more annoying bits of being older by a long shot. You are clever. You could hide anywhere. No one would find you. Bliss. However, you don’t want to disappoint the little blighters. So you make it easy for them. Not too easy. Give them the joy of the chase. But easy nevertheless.

And then my youngest sister broke my heart. Can’t remember how old she was. Maybe two or three. It was her turn to hide. Don’t ask. To this day I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Or both. I was counting, very very very slowly to give her time, down to ten. Then the three of us turned round … She stood in the middle of the lawn in full view, her eyes closed and had put – for good measure – her tiny hands over her eyes.  Invisible to herself. We did a very good job pretending that it was truly hard to find her. Till we “found” her. Before she ran out of patience with us.

I am sure there is a lesson in there somewhere. If so I don’t know what it is.

U

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7 Comments »

  1. Ah! The “You can’t see me I have my eyes covered” syndrome. A well nkown stage of development. You will have gone through it though, as oldest, there was no-one with whom to play Hide and Seek .

    Have to admit to hiding from sister if she had become annoying. I hid up a tree, as I learned very early that people tend not to look upwards when searching. Apparently Churchill also learned this at an early age and used it when he ran away from prep school.

    Comment by magpie11 — July 15, 2014 @ 13:53 | Reply

    • No no, Magpie, I played hide and seek before my siblings were born. With the adult contingent of my grandparents’ vast family and, obviously, my friends.

      My most treasured memory on that front when my father hid. Boy oh boy did he hide. At the time my parents, my first sister and I lived in a tiny flat in Hamburg. I must have been about eight. He, my father, had vanished. Where was he? I am not stupid but, for crying out loud, I couldn’t find him. Neither did my mother give any pointers. And then I opened the door of the most unlikely of places: A dark cupboard in the hallway. He literally burst out of the bottom of it. Laughing. I screamed. Then we both laughed. Taught me that there is always more than the obvious.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 15, 2014 @ 14:07 | Reply

  2. I so love this story. On so many levels, especially where you all indulged her. Understood her and her toddler ways.

    I spent far too many of my formative years being followed around by four younger brothers and I doubt if I had even the one charitable bone in my body to behave so kindly!

    XO
    WWW

    Comment by wisewebwoman — July 15, 2014 @ 16:42 | Reply

  3. I don’t remember my older sister ever indulging me so. You must have been a terrific big sis.

    Comment by reneejohnsonwrites — July 15, 2014 @ 19:10 | Reply

  4. Your sister was well on her way to becoming a Western politician, fully prepared to face the realities of the day.

    Comment by Looney — July 16, 2014 @ 00:36 | Reply

  5. Adorable. If only the world worked that way–close your eyes and poof! Open when ready to re-engage. That you let her believe she was invisible is the kindest act I’ve heard of in a long while. Perhaps the lesson is more about you than her…

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — July 16, 2014 @ 14:54 | Reply

  6. I don’t remember ever playing hide and seek with my sister. We did a lot of skipping and playing with dolls’ houses though. She had two black dolls, which was pretty unusual in those days.

    Comment by nick — July 18, 2014 @ 07:36 | Reply


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